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speed.”
    Satisfied. There was nothing in the least satisfied about the way he was feeling at the moment, Sandor thought. He tried to keep his expression inscrutable as he watched her pull the chiffon gown over her head and toss it on the bed. Dear heaven, she had wonderful skin. The lush ripeness of it glowed in the lamplight, and his palms ached to touch her. Hell, that wasn’t the only part of his anatomy aching. He unconsciously moistened his lips as his eyes fixed on her high, full breasts, spilling out of the half bra. With an effort he pulled his gaze away, and found it wandering down to her flat stomach, girdled by a lacy garter belt. “Why do you wear one of those?” he asked suddenly. He nodded to the garters she was unfastening. “You impress me as a no-nonsense woman. I would have thought you’d have preferred pantyhose.”
    She could feel the color rise to her cheeks as she lowered her lashes to veil her eyes. “I like the feeling of freedom it gives me,” she said curtly. “I hate to feel confined. Not that it’s any of your—”
    “Business,” he finished for her. “I appear to be trespassing again. Sorry. I was just curious.” He was also curious about the blush that had briefly touched her cheeks. For a moment Alessandra’s bold confidence had vanished and she’d reminded him of an uncertain young girl. His eyes were suddenly dancing with mischief. “I thoroughly approve, by the way. There’s nothing more alluring.” His gaze traveled down her long, silken legs. He repeated softly, “Absolutely nothing.” He lookedup and caught another glimpse of wild rose color on her cheeks.
    Her brow knitted in a scowl, and he heard her mutter something definitely suspect beneath her breath. He smothered a smile as he felt a sudden surge of tenderness. The fierce tigress looked more like a cross little girl as she yanked down her stockings and tossed them on the bed with the gown.
    She pulled on her jeans and a peach-colored blouse with swift, jerky movements. She closed the first three buttons of the blouse and stuffed the tails carelessly into the waistband of her jeans. Then she thrust her bare feet into white tennis shoes.
    Sandor shook his head. “Socks.”
    She looked up. “What?”
    “Put on thick socks. We have a good deal of walking to do once we reach the hills, and you might as well be comfortable.”
    “Walking?”
She repeated the word with horror. She drew herself up to her full, majestic height. “I do
not
walk, Karpathan. Try to force me and you’ll find yourself carrying me.” Her eyes narrowed to gleaming slits. “And I’m no feather.”
    “We’ll see,” he said. “Socks.”
    Her glance should have shriveled him on the spot. Instead it only provoked an annoyingly enigmatic smile. She turned and went over to the chest and took out a pair of white socks. “Is that all?”
    He shook his head. “Your passport and an extra set of clothes.” He stood up and strolled over to the armoire. He pulled out a small canvas overnight case and threw it on the bed. “Use this topack them in. I’ll get Jannot to find you something more portable when we get to the café.”
    “I won’t need them. I told you I won’t let you hold me. When I leave the country it will be my choice. You should understand that, Karpathan. You’re very high on choices.”
    “Pack it anyway,” he said, and smiled amicably. He motioned with the gun. “To please me.” He watched quietly as she packed the items he’d designated. “Thank you. Now write the note.”
    She sat down at the vanity and scrawled a few lines on a piece of notepaper. She stood up and handed him the note. “Satisfied?”
    He scanned it quickly. “Very reassuring. You obviously didn’t want to worry the old boy. Now I think we’d better leave.” He glanced at the still-unconscious figure of her attacker. “You must have given him quite a wallop. He’s still out.”
    “I’ll be glad to demonstrate.” She strode toward the